had scarcely reached the spot and the place when the Peace of Westphalia was concluded in October the same year. The rest was interrupted again when Charles X Gustav declared war against Poland in 1655. Under Daniel Jonsson's command, the company marched from Mora to Stockholm for further sailing towards Wolgast. On July 15 the destination was reached and followed by the march towards Warsaw via Szczecin. The battle was bloody and Dalarna Regiment lost 182 men. If Daniel Jonsson was wounded is not known, but in 1656 he was granted leave as head of Mora kompani. He was now 57 years old and his prime strengths were spent. However, in 1659 he was again in command, over "dalaallmogens utskottsfolk" (~"Dalarna peasantry militia") during an expedition against Norway, and it was probably during this campaign that he received his appointment to major. The promotion How Daniel Jonson received his first command is a contentious issue. One popular version claims that the current commander was about to lead the squad to destruction, when Daniel roared up and shot down the commander to take the lead himself. The border to Siljansnäs and the night in jail The Sollerö border with Siljansnäs was long disputed. During Daniel Jonsson's campaign it had been decided that the men from Mora and Siljansnäs should march from their respective town, and the place at which they met should be the border. The Siljansnäs men were cunning and got the Dalecarlians drunk, so they didn't get beyond Stamnäs. When Daniel Jonson came back and found out that the border had been moved, he was infuriated and took the Sollerö men with him and burned down the Leksand ridge. Such gestures could obviously not go unpunished and was up to the Supreme Court. When the king heard thereof, he cried "But he's my best man! Who can you put in his place?". The Major would still have to spend one Christmas Eve in Hållkvarnen (a mill) at Mångbro, a night when all the witches of Leksand were out and roaming. The Major found no better occupation than to cook a little pitch on the open fireplace, and in the middle of the night, a cat sat and meowed and cried. "Frjos du, Pitte?" (Are you cold kitty?) the major asked in his still extant native tongue, and then he threw his pitch boiling kettle straight in the face of